Day Thirty-Eight: First Day in Paradise

I wake up to birds chirping and a rooster crowing.  We have a bite to eat and then begin our yoga session around 9am.  My muscles are fatigued, but it feels great.  This session was a little easier than last night's, thankfully.  We head to the beach.

The view from our roomI take a hike with a few of the girls to another beach.  It is also beautiful.  We pass El Cabo, a camp site.

Me and Alanna at El CaboOver dinner, I talk to Julie.  She’s from Canada and she works for a yoga apparel company.  She lives in a studio on the lower east side.  She’s been there about a year.  She tells me about her loft in Vancouver. “It was enormous.  I could throw parties.  Now I live in a closet," she tells me.  "But I’ve wanted to live in New York since I was nine years old and I made it.  I am 33 and finally, I made it.”

Dinner, yum!She tells me about the places in the states she's been and how amazing the country is.  “I just wanted an American passport.  You can go anywhere,” She says.  I know it’s hard to get an American visa, but its easy to take for granted how lucky I am to have been born in America.  It is an incredible country.  If I wanted to move to California after this trip, all I really need is a flight ticket.

I have international friends working in New York on a visa.  If they get laid off or fired they have a very short time frame to find a new job or they have to leave.  They may need to take an undesirable job just to stay.  They can’t do what I am doing right now.